Redhawk Caldera Macabre midnight.

Alivia made her way to toward the Hobbit Hole as quickly as she could in the dark without becoming injured herself. A late-night emergency call was never a good thing, but she was particularly concerned about being summoned to the Hobbit Hole. Was there an issue with Towhee's pregnancy? 

The scent of blood in the air redoubled her concern. When Towhee and Cinar came into view, Alivia rushed forward to assess the situation. She winced at the gash on the Elder's jaw, then noticed the blood-tinged strings of drool hanging from her mouth. 

Alivia tossed her medkit onto the ground and spoke. 

"Shit, Towhee, what does the other guy look like?" She couldn't help but crack a small joke, relieved that the issue did not seem to be pregnancy related. "Lean forward, let the blood drain. Don't swallow it. It's your tongue, is that right?" Alivia squinted through the darkness. "Just hang your tongue out and pant. The bleeding should slow in a minute." 

"Did you see what happened, Cinar?" Her gaze slid to his gilt-edged features.